Chapter 28

Kyle stood in the center of the laboratory, the stale air of the dungeon tasting less like dust and more like potential. The evolution to the Ashford Group rank had washed away the lingering lethargy of his previous sessions. His senses were sharper, his connection to the mana in the room humming like a low-frequency vibration against his skin. He looked at the workstation, the array of glass vials, the mortar and pestle, and the piles of harvested fungi and moss. He knew he had some long days...